Plover

I walked out into the newly planted part of our garden and ran into a plover, a small wading-type bird. The poor thing was obviously hurt, for it flapped it’s damaged wing and called out in pain. All of this was a hoax of course, as the bird did everything in it’s power to lure me away from four small eggs camouflaged in the recently planted soil. I marked the spot and we’ll work around the nest till the eggs hatch and the young scurry away.